May 14, 2011

Over Easter weekend I made a trip to the Farmers Market and got some early strawberries. Some of them had really fun shapes and if you have been reading my blog for a while you know I have a thing for funny-shaped produce, natural or contrived.

So, what do you see?

Here's what I see:

(I didn't have anything good to make an eye, so I just added one in MS Paint.)

May 13, 2011

Updated: No major changes, just fixing some weird things that happened when Blogger was down. I also lost my two comments. :(

I was going to make my next post about the awesome pasta dish I made for dinner Tuesday night, but then something interesting happened at the grocery store. Specifically, the parking lot of the grocery store. The recipe will come soon.

I was walking along pushing my cart, within yards of Nemo, when suddenly the car I was behind lurched into reverse. I usually come up with some silly expletive like "fart" or "poop" or the infamous "uh-oh, UH-OH!" Sometimes all I can manage is sort of a whimper, but this time was a straight up "oh, s***!" and then a dorky looking run with the cart to get out of the way. In flip flops. Fortunately, he saw me and stopped. I wasn't angry, I know that accidents happen. I may even be guilty of committing a few myself. (If "a few" means thousands. It's all perception). Anyway, I continued on to my car and began transferring my groceries to my trunk. I was still alive and unharmed. No big.

Think about it. Remember the last time you did something embarrassing, especially if it did or could have affected another person adversely. Did you really want to stop and apologize? Did you want to risk the wrath of one of those people that appears normal on the outside but hides an angry, scathingly bitter soul inside, just waiting for some unsuspecting person to unleash it upon?

Sometimes there's no opportunity to apologize, like when you almost crash into someone while driving. But what if you're right there? Do you make it a point to apologize? I'd like to think that I do and/or would, but, honestly, I could do better. The problem is fear. I hate to have people angry at me. Even making a complete stranger mad at me can potentially reduce me to tears. At the same time, I know that sometimes a simple apology and admission of fault can go a long way.

It's hard. Very, very hard to look someone in the face and admit your guilt, but I will try.

I will try to be strong and offer apologies when I do wrong. As a wife, I know the power of a heartfelt apology. As a mother, I am charged to teach Sweet P how to apologize...and mean it. As a human, I owe my fellow (wo)man the benefit of the doubt that it was truly an accident and graciously accept an honest apology. It may also mean forgiving the lack of an apology; there are reasons for that, too.

So, thank you, man who almost ran me over at Lowe's Foods. You are brave and kind. I forgave you in the parking lot and I am inspired by you in my heart. Ideally, I would not make mistakes, but that is about as likely as Dozer (my dog) not chasing bunnies and making a fool of himself anymore. Until then, I will hike up my big girl panties and say those two very powerful words.

May 02, 2011

My opinion of famous people has gotten a boost! I organized a small group of ladies to accompany me to WRAL FM's Lipstick Luncheon on March 19th. My main interest in going was to hear the keynote speaker, Celia Rivenbark, who does have her own website but does not have a page on Wikipedia. What? She is an NC Girl from Duplin County and, besides her weekly syndicated column, has authored six high-larious books. At least the two I've read were funny and, judging from the titles, the rest should be great, too.

Bless Your Heart, Tramp and Other Southern Endearments (owned and have read it)

We're Just Like You, Only Prettier

Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank (have read it, but lost to an unknown borrower)

Belle Weather: Mostly Sunny with a Chance of Scattered Hissy Fits

You Can't Drink All Day if You Don't Start in the Mornin' (owned but have not yet read it)

You Don't Sweat Much for a Fat Girl (forthcoming)

After her speech, Celia set up in the hall to sign her books. She was extremely nice and actually stopped to allow her fans to compose themselves into a flattering picture with her, unlike other famous people I have "met," and I got a decent inscription.

Although I am sad to learn that those measly six point five-ish years spent in the Cold North have rendered me unable to truly be Southern, it was a great day and we all had fun.